J. Keble

L.M.

SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,

It is not night if Thou be near;

Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.

2

When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last thought how sweet to rest

Forever on my Saviour’s breast.

3

Abide with me from morn till eve,

For without Thee I cannot live;

Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without Thee I dare not die.

4

If some poor wandering child of Thine

Have spurned today the voice divine,

Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;

Let him no more lie down in sin.

5

Watch by the sick; enrich the poor

With blessings from Thy boundless store;

Be every mourner’s sleep tonight

Like infant’s slumbers, pure and light.

6

Come near, and bless us when we wake,

Ere through the world our way we take;

Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.